Rasputin of the East

Episode 13

Saint Petersburg, Russian Empire.

Is there any girl who hasn’t dreamed of a prince riding a white horse at least once in her life?

To dream of a solver who solves all the problems around you with great power, solves all the problems you are facing, and kisses you.

Or, when standing at the end of a long journey and looking at someone who has waited all their lives for her with a trembling heart, he dreams of putting a ring on him.

In such a dream, rose petals flew and pure white doves flew.

The man who put the ring on him and kissed him, his body shape, and his face seemed foggy at first like a mist, but as he went on, it became more concrete.

If there was a problem, it was the image of a man she knew very well, and a person she met several times a day.

A few days ago, I ran into him, who had come to see his younger brother, and his face was strangely hot. When I opened the window, I heard a sound like a cannon from somewhere, and I was terribly surprised, and I had to be surprised a second time that it was the sound of my own heart.

Thanks to her, she received strange glances from her sister all day, but she was more afraid of his reaction than her sister.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem too concerned about it.

– Dumpling! Rumble!

Instantly, there was a piercing sound. Waking up to the constant sound, she realized that the window had been opened by the wind.

She opened her eyes and clasped the window properly, thinking of her sister in the next room.

If the wind was strong enough to open her window, it wouldn’t be safe for her brother’s room. Rubbing her eyes, she carefully walked down the hallway in her pajamas.

Arriving at her brother’s room without seeing anyone, the window was opened, and she saw that her sister, who had not woken up, was shaking in her sleep, put the blanket back on and latched the window.

At that moment, something caught on her sleeve.

‘Flowerpot?’

Only then did she remember what the vase was.

It was brought by the man for his brother.

Evening primrose, its flower language is wish, magic, and magical power. It is a magic that can cure a younger brother’s disease that is difficult to cure with medical techniques, and a fairy of the night that protects his younger brother when he sleeps.

The girl unwittingly picked up an evening primrose and hid it in her arms.

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My heart is pounding as if I have done something bad, and I look around to see if someone has seen it.

It’s funny. It is only one evening primrose.

As a princess, she would be able to get hundreds of bouquets of evening primrose flowers with just one word to her maid.

But he stole only one evening primrose. I so wanted to have it.

she didn’t know

Another flower language of evening primrose is silent love and waiting.

But I just love it so much. He was jealous of the flower he had prepared himself, so he stole it.

She sneaked out of her brother’s room.

It seemed like a thousand years before she returned to her room right next to her, and for just a few minutes she staggered in fear that someone would appear in the dark and would recognize her.

When she returned to her room, she didn’t know what to do with the flower.

It was natural. Because I didn’t think of it.

I couldn’t have thought of a safe place to keep the flower that I had stolen just by impulse.

Eventually she hid the flower under her pillow and fell asleep again.

That day, she had a happy dream after a long time.

***

Russian Empire, Baltisky Potor, Russian Imperial Naval Base.

In the 21st century, soldiers in black uniforms gathered in the small port town of Baltic Potor (Балтийский Порт: Port of the Baltic Sea), about 40 km from Tallinn, the capital of Estonia.

Regiment-level troops in uniforms designed by me – well, I’m a bit too conscientious to say I designed it 100% by myself, but I’m the first here anyway – gathered around with guns.

It is said that the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications is at the division level, but it is not concentrated in one area. It is quite unusual for regiment-level troops to be gathered here.

The troops are dispersed in each region, and most of the troops are concentrated in the Ural Mountains under the pretext of monitoring political prisoners exiled to Siberia.

Anyway, the appearance of the troops inspecting separately satisfied me.

Not only Russians, but also Ukrainians, Poles, Central Asians, Cossacks, and Koreans.

Those who were able to organize by convincing the outsiders that there must be a certain number of people made up of those ethnic groups because they need to monitor not only the blows of counter-revolutionary elements and sneak attacks on the enemy country, but also the possibility that ethnic minorities from different places may cause rebellion.

The sight of those who had no choice but to offer unconditional allegiance to me, because they had no one to turn to but me, satisfied me.

Above all, they are the first people in the world to receive camouflage uniforms in units of units. Of course, Russia was so wide that many types of camouflage clothes were needed depending on the assumed battlefield, and in the end, I made different camouflage patterns for the inside and outside of the field jacket, as did Nazi Germany’s Schutzstafel, who was the first in the world to receive camouflage clothes in the original history. The demand for camouflage clothes was cut in half by the trick of having them wear them inside out. Only uniform uniforms for each region and different camouflage uniforms had to be provided.

Well, if this happens, it will be difficult to realize economies of scale unless we increase the size of the internal military force like in the original history of Russia.

The soldiers march with the command. Since submachine guns could not be mass-produced yet, the weapon was Mosin Nagant, but that was sooner or later.

‘If you deploy submachine guns and tanks in battle, you will not be defeated by any means.’

Of course, there is still a long way to go. We don’t have any artillery yet.

Actually, I don’t know about armored vehicles in the Interior Army, but when I ask why they need artillery, there is nothing to say…. The Russian Interior Army in the 21st century, now the National Guard, but they also rolled artillery on real attack helicopters?

‘Even if we are raising our troops now, in fact, if World War I breaks out, there is a high possibility that they will try to take away the troops or do everything they can to prevent them from entering the front line so that they cannot establish a major in the first place.’

In order to prevent such a situation in advance, wouldn’t it be better for me to accept the military rank? After all, the Russian Empire is a town where a lieutenant sometimes becomes a colonel at a single word from the tsar, so there is a high possibility that the children I raised will be given a suitable rank if I want to lead them in the event of a war.

The servant chief, whom I met just yesterday, was also discharged as a second lieutenant, but I know that he was treated as a colonel by becoming a servant chief.

‘Anyway, that’s it and this is this.’

***

st petersburg

“Are you going to receive officer training?”

“If you are the commander of the Interior Army and command division-level troops, it would not make sense if you didn’t even graduate from the military academy.”

“That’s true, but… it’s not something I can do at will. First of all, you have to enter the military academy. Chise, can you work like a normal cadet?”

“Well……..”

“First of all, you will have to live in a dormitory, so how will you view your doctor’s work? And you are officially the head of an organization on the same level as Ohrana, so it is mutually inconvenient.”

Stolipin was negative.

“And, crucially, the Internal Affairs Force is not an army, it is a paramilitary organization that supports the Ohranawa Imperial Police in emergencies, performs military police duties during wartime, and strikes key enemy facilities, not part of the military, of course, but a pun on words.”

Stolipin frowned, knowing that, despite the small number of armed forces and the average level of training, the Interior Army had far surpassed the regular Army.

“But politics goes back to that pun.”

“I understand what you mean.”

“It is not only awkward for you to be educated at a military academy, but it is also a matter that can lead to an all-out opposition from the military.”

“……”

There is nothing you can do….

“Then how about a visit?”

“Visit?”

“Yes, attending classes.”

“…… You’re not going to officially enter the school, but you’re going to listen to the lecture while observing the class?”

“Anyway, I hardly ever use my physical strength or anything like that.”

I’m not going to shoot at the front line, and learning small squad tactics is useless.

It doesn’t matter that the officers of the Interior Army have already arranged for them to receive consignment training at the military academies around the empire, or they have even brought in Russian soldiers, but the problem is me, the only general officer of the Interior Army.

“First of all, my subordinates are also educated on military police work and are receiving entrusted training under the pretext that they should cooperate in case of emergency. It’s just observing a few classes.”

“It’s only an hour or two to visit.”

“Then I can only go to classes that show the content I need.”

Of course, there are other ways. After World War I, when the internal affairs force also has to be sent to the front line, whining for a professional staff member?

The only question is, can I trust the advisors attached to me in that way?

It’s not about ability, it’s about loyalty. The reality is that the status window appears like a game, and Captain Makarov’s loyalty is grade B. Major Victor’s loyalty is 42%. Because it doesn’t come out like this.

Seriously, every time something like this happens, I really get a status window. In fact, I even shouted when I came here not long ago.

‘Status window! Status! Status (статус=Status)! Akno Staves (окно статус: Status Window)!’

Well, I shouted several times when no one was there, but when I saw it didn’t come out, I don’t think there’s anything special about it…… Damn it.

When the memories of shoveling alone in the closet suddenly started to come up, I shook my head and wrestled with Stolipin for a long time. We agreed to accept some assignments.

Anyway, I understand that I want to interfere as much as possible because my military ignorance will make it easier for me to lose control of the Interior Army later. I will not intentionally cause the internal military force to weaken.

‘Shit.’

I want to solve all the problems perfectly and move on, but time did not wait for me.

A war called the war to end all wars. Or it was called the Great War… At least at that time, the war that no one called the First War was approaching.